leaving only the face bare: the skin is clean, the eyes are shut, and the lips open. It cannot be described as an expression but rather as the absence of one. An infinite rest that was always there, behind all of the other faces of his life: the boy sitting proudly by the window on an aeroplane, the young graduate in a suit and tie, the freedom fighter in a beard and red beret, and all the other photographs Marwan’s family has posted on the Internet. It makes me think that we all carry, from childhood, our death mask with us.
